I abducted HP's friend on his wedding day

Regulus opened his eyes. The room was dim. He tried to lift his arms with some difficulty. He felt sore all over and twisted his neck. In his blurred vision, he saw a dim and unfamiliar environment.

He was always vigilant, and he immediately sobered up a little. His sharp eyes swept across the room, and he realized that this was not the small home where he lived. Regulus also felt a dull pain in his temple.

He struggled to support his upper body and observed the room. His consciousness was still a little unclear. He tried to remember where this place was and why he was in a strange place, but he couldn't remember anything.

He looked down at himself and found that the clothes on his body were wrinkled and had an unspeakable sour smell. However, his nose was probably malfunctioning, but it didn't have much effect. He just looked at the dusty stall and felt a little... Not sure why.

This is a single bed. The decoration on the bedside looks a bit old and even has a shiny feel. Regulus glanced at the blanket on his body and the sheets under him again, and couldn't help but show disgust. expression.

He got out of bed and came to the door, and then he realized where he was. This was probably a single room in a hotel, but the conditions of this hotel were definitely not good. Even the door of the room had a sense of age, which made people feel Somehow, when Regulus put his hand on the doorknob, he realized that his feeling was right.

The doorknob was slippery, and Regulus didn't want to know why.

He opened the door and rubbed his temples, looking for anyone or anything to remind him of what had happened.

He came to the stairs, looked down, and saw Sirius who was in good spirits. He was sitting in front of the bar and ordered a simple breakfast of sliced ​​bread and eggs and bacon. At this time, he was almost finished. There was only a little food left on the plate.

Sirius heard the noise and turned to look in the direction of the stairs. He was just about to say hello and good morning to Regulus, but his eyes glanced around Regulus, and the smile on his lips lost some color.

Sirius coughed and asked, "Are you still drunk? Rael."

Regulus looked at him doubtfully.

"Maybe you need to go to the bathroom and wash your face..."

Sirius didn't want to show his disdain for his younger brother, but he couldn't stand the sight of Regulus running down in a daze wearing rumpled clothes and messy hair.

Noticing Regulus' confused look, Sirius reluctantly slipped his wand from his sleeve and cast a water mirror magic in front of Regulus. When Regulus saw his appearance, his eyes instantly Staring wide, he looked around and found that there were only Sirius and Aberforth Dumbledore in the store, and no one else, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

With his ears turning a strange pink, Regulus stammered a little good morning to Sirius and ran back to his room.

Sirius shook his head and laughed: "It's obvious that he hasn't woken up yet!"

After Regulus cleaned up his image, he couldn't hide his embarrassment and went downstairs again.

He couldn't help complaining to Sirius: "You made me drink last night!"

"The night before yesterday, Rael." Sirius reminded with a smile.

Thinking that he had probably been asleep for a long time, Regulus' mood became even more depressed.

"You're crazy! We missed Christmas!"

Sirius shrugged indifferently and said, "Forget it, you and I have stopped going back to the Black Mansion for the holidays!"

Regulus snorted coldly.

The two brothers had not been home to celebrate the holidays for several years. Regulus was always thinking about the time when his parents pushed him to become a Death Eater, and he could never let go of this resentment. So after he recovered, he I just followed my heart and became a professional Quidditch player.

Later, he used the excuse of being busy with his career and refused to go home.

Regulus has only recently retired from the front-line athletes. After all, most athletes are fed by young people, and Regulus is about to retire at his age.

As for Sirius, he probably still doesn't get along with his parents.

He was always the Sirius who could betray his family but also pursue his own justice.

Regulus was not surprised that Sirius was unwilling to go home.

"Who is that... You must have achieved your goal, right?" At this time, Regulus had probably recovered his mind. He thought of Salazar and couldn't help but ask. "What exactly are you asking from him?"

Thinking of Sirius's drinking capacity, Regulus held down his aching stomach. He secretly made up his mind that he would never get involved in Sirius' affairs in the future. This drink would almost kill half of his life.

"You actually believe in such a thing as telling the truth while drunk..." Regulus's face turned pale. He felt very uncomfortable now, and then he shouted to Aberforth Dumbledore. "Give me a glass of milk, thank you."

Sirius sighed and said, "Although I have asked, it is still troublesome, very troublesome, too troublesome, it would be better not to ask."

Sirius said seriously: "If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have asked. This is really a big trouble."

Regulus listened to the trouble in Sirius' mouth and couldn't help but rolled his eyes at him, then rubbed his stomach and said in a slow tone: "Really? Then this trouble, what do you think of it?" Is there a solution?"

So where is the trouble that can be solved...

Sirius shook his head, he was honest.

"It's a problem that cannot be solved."

Regulus said weakly: "As long as it doesn't burden me, it's not a problem for me."

Sirius didn't care that Regulus had no brotherly love at all. He turned his head, looked Regulus up and down, and then asked: "Speaking of which... I remember that your relationship was with Gust Brown. Not bad, right?”

"So?" Regulus looked at his brother, wondering why he suddenly mentioned Godric.

"I'm wondering who that guy could be, especially considering that recently, in the last few years, probably in the past two years, Seles Brown seems to have softened his approach."

Regulus raised his eyebrows and looked at Sirius in confusion.

"He seems to be less cruel and extreme than before..."

"Are you saying that no Death Eaters have been attacked in the past year or two?"

Sirius sighed.

"So, tell me, is there a possibility that Gust Brown is actually still alive?"

This guess was beyond Regulus's imagination. He immediately widened his eyes and looked at Sirius.

"We never saw his body, did we?"

This is a very shocking guess, because in fact, many people know who is responsible for the pursuit and persecution of Death Eaters, and they also feel that the only way to make this person so extreme and crazy is that person. died.

But why would Sirius guess that the person was not dead?

"Why?" Regulus didn't understand. "Even if he has been a lot quieter recently, it doesn't make you think that that person is not dead, right? Moreover, he said it himself at the beginning, one life for another!"

"Yes, he said it himself. Since that incident, have you heard of the second successful one?"

Sirius' question made Regulus think deeply.

"No……"

There are many wizards in this world who have lost their families and lovers. However, since the method of resurrecting the dead emerged, there has never been any news that anyone has actually resurrected his lover.

but……

Thinking of his resurrection, Regulus said hesitantly: "Actually, I can be considered a successful example, right?"

"Switched with Klee?" Sirius didn't expect that his younger brother would have any feelings for a house elf. It sounded a bit incredible. Even though he was so rebellious, as a result of the knowledge he had established since childhood, Sirius still didn't take care of the house elf. The elf was fascinated by it.

He didn't really care about Kreacher.

But Regulus cared.

Sirius would at least respect his brother.

"I know you feel sad when you talk about him, but if you let me choose, I still hope that you are the one alive."

The only one who died was an old house elf. Sirius felt it was worth it, but he couldn't empathize with Regulus's feelings, but he learned to respect them.

Regulus thought of his own experience and couldn't help but say: "I actually don't remember anything, and I don't remember whether I was conscious at that time. I just probably heard singing when I woke up, a beautiful singing. I also felt that I smelled the scent of the deep forest, and I also felt that I was in a cold and silent lake, with water covering my whole body."

Even thinking about it now, Regulus felt that it was a terrible feeling.

"I'm obviously in the water, my whole body is covered by water, but I can clearly feel that I'm in the jungle. I can also feel the wind blowing across my skin, and the touch of my hair brushing my cheeks. It's so clear. .”

The extremely weird feeling made Regulus couldn't help but shudder.

"I can't tell what's in the singing, but I feel like the person singing is smiling!"

That winning smile.

This was an instinctive thought that had always made Regulus feel horrified. Ever since it emerged, Regulus could not help but firmly believe that his idea was right.

He was afraid of the unknown existence.

Sirius never asked about what happened that day, for him it was not something worth remembering.

Regulus retracted his divergent thoughts and continued: "I'm pretty sure that I died once myself."

Inside the store, it was very quiet. Aberforth, who had been wiping his beer mug with a dirty rag, stood silently in the corner, his eyes a little dull. There was a portrait in front of him. In the portrait, there was a girl with a look in her eyes. He looked at Aberforth worriedly.

"You know, someone is going crazy trying to find the being who can resurrect anyone."

Sirius sighed.

"But, I think resurrection may not be a good thing."

Sirius never thought that it would be a good thing to make a fuss about the resurrection. He felt that something would happen if it happened.

Fortunately, after Salazar, there is no third living example.

"Especially now that I know the Dark Lord can be resurrected too, and can be resurrected at any time."

Regardless of what methods Regulus and Salazar used, Sirius felt his teeth run cold just when he thought of the Horcruxes used by Voldemort.

"A Horcrux, that's a Horcrux, a life..."

Therefore, strictly speaking, if Voldemort was resurrected, he would actually be exchanging lives for lives.

Sirius shook his head, trying to get these terrible thoughts out of his head.

What to say?

Fortunately, any method of resurrection seems to be costly.

Sirius whispered: "Death..."

No one is afraid of death.

Regulus looked at his brother who was rarely sentimental. He drank cold milk silently, making his consciousness gradually clearer.

Why talk about Godric?

So what if Godric hadn't died?

Is it important?

This confused Regulus.

He didn't understand why Sirius seemed so concerned about whether Godric was dead or not.

Sirius just felt, intuitively, that Godric was not dead.

But in that case, wouldn't it mean that Salazar's resurrection from the dead did not involve exchanging lives for lives?

If the cost of Salazar's resurrection was not so high, Sirius would instinctively feel bad.

Sirius didn't expect that his intuition was almost always right.

Vivian did not charge enough price for Godric. Resurrection is taboo. Even if she is an inexplicable existence, there are some rules that must be followed.

But Vivian's partiality is also real.

It's even more true that she's crazy.

Godric didn't know that his adoptive mother was actually conniving and shielding him.

Otherwise, his soul should have been taken away by Vivian and handed over to the God of Death to pay the price for the God of Death not taking away Salazar's soul.

Regarding this, Vivian, a goddess who had suffered a loss at the hands of Death, was absolutely unwilling to tell Godric out of pride.

On the other side, Godric rarely went to look for Vivian.

He would not use direct summoning to find Vivian easily. Instead, he would go to a quiet-looking place in the forest, preferably a lake, and then tentatively call Vivian's name.

These media can always bring Godric's voice to Vivian. As for whether Vivian is willing to come to see Godric, it depends on Vivian's own mood.

Godric was not able to call Vivian out every time.

It depends on Vivian's mood that day.